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  • My son is my Krishna.

    He holds inside him
    The whole eternal universe
    And heaven
    And the regions of the sky
    And the orb of the earth.

    (Sometimes when he sleeps I can see glimpses of it, like a lightning storm, beneath his skin.)


    One day when Rama and the other little sons of the cow herders were playing, they reported to his mother, "Krishna has eaten dirt." Yasoda took Krishna by the hand and scolded him, for his own good, and she said to him, seeing that his eyes were bewildered with fear, "Naughty boy, why have you secretly eaten dirt? These boys, your friends, and your elder brother say so." Krishna said, "Mother, I have not eaten. They are all lying. If you think they speak the truth, look at my mouth yourself." "If that is the case, then open your mouth," she said to the lord Hari [Vishnu], the god of unchallenged sovereignty who had in sport taken the form of a human child, and he opened his mouth.

    She then saw in his mouth the whole eternal universe, and heaven, and the regions of the sky, and the orb of the earth with its mountains, islands, and oceans; she saw the wind, and lightning, and the moon and stars, and the zodiac; and water and fire and air and space itself; she saw the vacillating senses, the mind, the elements, and the three strands of matter. She saw within the body of her son, in his gaping mouth, the whole universe in all its variety, with all the forms of life and time and nature and action and hopes, and her own village, and herself. Then she became afraid and confused, thinking, "Is this a dream or an illusion wrought by a god? Or is it a delusion of my own perception? Or is it some portent of the natural powers of this little boy, my son? I bow down to the feet of the god, whose nature cannot be imagined or grasped by mind, heart, acts, or speech; he in whom all of this universe is inherent, impossible to fathom. The god is my refuge... -from the Bhagavata Purana
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